On Saturday, our world broke. Our son Connor passed away. He was only 22. Connor was the kind of person you don’t forget. He was bubbly, goofy, loud in the best way, always joking, always making people laugh. He loved hard—especially his family—and he was so protective of the people he cared about. But behind that smile, he was fighting. He was trying so hard to push through his mental illness. He didn’t give up easily. He kept going longer than most people could see. And through it all, he held onto his faith. That’s what makes this so hard. He was so loved. He is so loved. And it doesn’t make sense that he’s not here anymore.

Right now, we are just trying to breathe through the pain. On top of losing him, we are facing the reality of funeral and memorial costs we weren’t prepared for. We want to give Connor something that reflects who he was—not just how he left, but how he lived. If you can help, we are so grateful. If you can’t, please pray for us, think of us, and share this. I don’t have the right words for this kind of loss. I just know our son mattered. His life mattered. And we will carry him with us for the rest of our lives. Connor, we love you. We miss you. We will forever.